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Feb. 25th, 2002 03:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blustockingFirst of all, I'd like to thank everyone who replied to my previous whiny post. I will respond to each in turn, but I have not the cognitive capacity to do so right now. It's hard to even type, let alone make beautiful sense. (damn Sudafed and coffee) I'd just like each and every one of you know that I sincerely appreciate all of the things that were said and was nearly brought to tears by reading some of them. I did not say all of that for an ego-stroke, and I hope, I think, most of you understand. LJ is hard sometimes. I would like to be open and honest to the world, but that is sometimes unpleasant and causes second guesses from myself and those reading it. But believe me, my motivation rested only in the act of purging. Thank you all, for the kind words, and for giving me quite a few things to think about.
p.s. Thank you to whomever sent me the e-card.
I had a nightmare last night that made me late to work as I was still having it when the alarm went off. I shut the alarm off and continued the nightmare. It involved my favorite(sarcasm), spiders. Giant, Black Widow spiders which, of course, just got bigger as the dream went on. I was volunteering with a friend and we were cleaning up trash and such. We cleaned up this pond, which happened to be the pond in our backyard at home. I saw about 4, rather LARGE, female black widows and one black and yellow spider, which I know, but I can't remember what they're called right now. I didn't seem bothered really in the dream and I killed them all. The biggest widow landed on her back in our backyard. By that time, my mind made her so big, that she took up a good portion of the yard next to the porch. We were all done cleaning and I told my Dad that we'd cleaned up the pond. For some ungodly reason, I, or someone decided we should cut open the dead, pregnant black widow's belly, thinking the babies would either die, or were already dead. OF COURSE THEY WEREN'T. They came out looking like little iridescent scarabs scattering all over the place. We then went after them with this spray stuff, like that was going to stop them. They grew at a rapid pace and suddenly it was night. I was yelling at everyone to get inside the house as the spiders were mobilizing IN THEIR SPACESHIPS no less. The last thing I remember before waking up a half an hour later than I should have, was yelling at my Dad to get inside.
I don't think this has any deep meaning, as I was recently freaked out by the preview for "Eight Legged Freaks" before "Queen of the Damned". I was thinking I should see this spider movie as it would completely scare the pants off me, but now I'm not so sure. Yeah, I just heard David Arquette is in it, so no. I don't think I could handle spiders that big...yet I'm drawn to the fact that it would scare the bejeezus out of me.
p.s. Thank you to whomever sent me the e-card.
I had a nightmare last night that made me late to work as I was still having it when the alarm went off. I shut the alarm off and continued the nightmare. It involved my favorite(sarcasm), spiders. Giant, Black Widow spiders which, of course, just got bigger as the dream went on. I was volunteering with a friend and we were cleaning up trash and such. We cleaned up this pond, which happened to be the pond in our backyard at home. I saw about 4, rather LARGE, female black widows and one black and yellow spider, which I know, but I can't remember what they're called right now. I didn't seem bothered really in the dream and I killed them all. The biggest widow landed on her back in our backyard. By that time, my mind made her so big, that she took up a good portion of the yard next to the porch. We were all done cleaning and I told my Dad that we'd cleaned up the pond. For some ungodly reason, I, or someone decided we should cut open the dead, pregnant black widow's belly, thinking the babies would either die, or were already dead. OF COURSE THEY WEREN'T. They came out looking like little iridescent scarabs scattering all over the place. We then went after them with this spray stuff, like that was going to stop them. They grew at a rapid pace and suddenly it was night. I was yelling at everyone to get inside the house as the spiders were mobilizing IN THEIR SPACESHIPS no less. The last thing I remember before waking up a half an hour later than I should have, was yelling at my Dad to get inside.
I don't think this has any deep meaning, as I was recently freaked out by the preview for "Eight Legged Freaks" before "Queen of the Damned". I was thinking I should see this spider movie as it would completely scare the pants off me, but now I'm not so sure. Yeah, I just heard David Arquette is in it, so no. I don't think I could handle spiders that big...yet I'm drawn to the fact that it would scare the bejeezus out of me.
